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I love my garden; I love my blue sky for a roof. I love the decor of my garden room; the colors blend in a lovely way, deep red tomatoes, bright yellow sunflowers, and pale green cucumbers. The trellis is so magical, weaving vines, like a tapestry upon a wall; I am at home here.

Summer Rain

I waited for the rain to come; the clouds gathered and stirred, but still, not a drop. I waited, the sky a silver palette, deepening into a swirling, charcoal grey. I waited, as if for a ship to come into a harbor, seeing it far off, making its way. All at once it began, the